Edward POV

I was wondering through the house like the cloud, as if I was among a host of friendly daffodils, and as such was my boredom that I found myself reciting words worth in my head. Days without my wife really were dull.

So dull in fact, that it was these days that I found myself wishing Jacob was alive and available for me to kill him, just so I would have something to do.

It was also days like this when I was able to panic incessantly about the Volturi coming for me. Alice had said that Marcus had been right, that they had decided to give us six months minimum to either surrender me or they would take action. They knew nothing of what Marcus had told me of them coming to get me, or our plan for my family to take them down.

Of course we would need help for that, and I and Chris had been privately discussing the full moons and possibilities of making a truce with the werewolves. The treaty was shaky enough without having world war three on the cards.

I met Chris on the landing; he was sat in the doorway to his and Ness's room, trying to fold up towels. "You okay there?" I laughed and he smirked at me.

"It's not as easy as it looks you know." He informed me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm over two centuries old; I do know how to fold a towel." I said and sat down beside him, folding them up at human pace.

"I don't know why your doing it anyway, I normally do stuff like this while your all asleep." I told him.

He shrugged, "if just like to help out, say thanks to you guys for keeping me."

I rolled my eyes, "you're not our pet Chris."

He looked at me evenly, "you know what I mean."

I smiled and stood up with an armful of towels, before leading him to the bathroom where we stacked them neatly.

"There." I said and we hi fived, "A job well done."

He smiled, "So what are you doing today, not that you can do much daddy." He mocked and I beamed at the very mention of my new born son.

I shrugged, "Nothing really, I fi were human I suppose I would order Pizza and have a boys day, or just stay in bed."

Chris was thoughtful for a minute, "Bella's not here, why don't we eat Pizza in the bed."

I laughed but the stopped, "we?"

"Yeh, a boys day, me and my brothers and my dad used to have them all the time." He told me and I frowned. My experience with boys days and evenings were ones that I would like to forget. Emmet and Jaspers personalities did not complement one another, well they did, they just didn't compliment me.

Jasper seemed to be quiet and reserved, but he was forever twenty one, and you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see the cons of that.

Emmet was in my own opinion forever six, meaning he was obsessive over anything that so much as sparkled. I remembered once hearing that opinion with Bella, who had made a comment about us being vampires with disco balls, and then being puzzled about the fact that we couldn't work in the dark. My wife had the capacity to confuse herself, and I loved her for it.

"A boys afternoon, XBOX and movies... nothing loud to disturb Charlie, just like a lazy afternoon?" Chris amended and I smiled.

"Okay." I said and he beamed, leaving for his and Ness's room to gather all of his equipment, all I need to do was get my son. It was my unspoken fear that somehow Emmet and Jasper would find out, they could practically smell parties a mile away; my theory went it was an un-recorded vampire ability they both possessed.

I sighed and walked towards the kitchen, meeting Anthony in the door. My soon gasped and grabbed a nearby apple to hold in front of his area, which was only clothes in boxers.

"Get dressed." I said firmly and walked away from him and up the stairs towards my other son's room, where I had left him sleeping peacefully.

"Well what If I don't want to, don't you think it's slightly unreasonable to make me have no privacy." Anthony demanded, pulling on a t-shirt that had been hanging on the radiator. He also dressed himself in his jeans behind me as I leant over my sons crib to check he was okay.

His face was so content I couldn't help but run my knuckle down his soft cheek as he slept. He squirmed slightly and I smiled to myself, eh look so much like his mother, it was scary. With her hair but my cheeks, and when he occasionally opened them, my human eyes. All of our children seemed to be different, which was wonderful, all of them perfect mixes of me and their mother.

I sighed when Anthony started speaking again.

"Well?" He demanded and I walked past him and into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. I looked at him simply as he glared at me.

"You want Privacy, buy your own house." I started and walked back down stairs, more than satisfied my youngest child was fine. I had promised Bella I could check on him every half an hour, it wasn't that she thought I was a bad parent, in truth I would probably have done it anyway.

Our son had caught a minor cold, and wasn't sleeping very well, meaning I was away from my wife during most of the night tending to him.

That had been why Bella had not wanted to go shopping today, she felt she already was missing too much time with him as she was sleeping at night. A fact she was having a hard time adjusting to, unlike eating. She had taken to this easily again, and was cooking more extravagant things for our children as a result. Not something I heard them complaining about.

I walked into the lounge and sat on the sofa, tuning on the TV and not looking away from it as Anthony continued to shout at me.

"So you'd like me to leave would you?" He demanded.

I shrugged in response, he was over reacting, and if I had learnt anything from centuries of watching parents, and especially Esme deal with children, meaning Emmet. It was that children often wore themselves out of a tantrum when they weren't getting a lot of attention.

If anything, Anthony was working up to it.

"Well I'm not going." He said and spun, tuning off the bears game on TV which caused a growl from me. I looked away from what he was doing by the stereo to check my buzzing phone, it was my wife.

"Heya Love?" I said and Anthony groaned, me shooting him a look that told him plainly to shut up if he valued his life.

"Hey, how's Charlie?" She asked anxiously and I heard Renesmee tell her to calm down on the other end of the line.

I sighed, "He's fine, although I could tell he's missing you."

Her voice perked up slightly, "Really?"

I smiled, "Really, and I'll tell you someone else who misses you?"

"Chris?" She asked almost hopefully and I scowled when Anthony laughed. If he was going to listen to my telephone calls, I was going to give him something to listen to.

"You're going to do what..." I asked down the phone in an almost moan of a voice and Anthony froze, cringing slightly.

"What?" Bella asked in confusion on the other end of the phone.

I carried on, "Oh you know I like that..."

"I didn't say anything..." She started but I could almost hear when she pieced it all together.

"Is Anthony listening?" She guessed.

I glanced to see my son holding the sides of his head like he was having a brain hemerage.

"Oh yes." I moaned and Bella giggled.

"Anyway I was calling because Alice says not to worry about the game on TV, The bears are going to lose meaning you owe Emmet five dollars. Ye love you." She said and hung up.

I muttered something intangible and rummaged through my pockets for five dollars, setting it on the coffee table with my phone, to remind me to give it to Emmet when he predictably turned up the very second the final whistle was blown.

It was then my attention was drawn back to my son, mouth hanging open at what he was doing, just as Dream girls filled the house.

Heya guys, hope you are enjoying it so far, there is a video link on my profile to the way Anthony dances for Edward. Its from the fresh prince of Bel air, Anthony being Will Smith, Edward Uncle Phil.

ENJOY! xxx